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Victoria smiled despite the unease she still felt about herself and Jericho. She couldn't help it when she laid eyes on Lita and Edge. They were so much in love with each other, and the tall blond man, while he could be sort of gruff and standoffish at times, was so amusing around the redhead. It was as though he would just turn into a puddle of mush around her.
They were in the catering room, sharing a table and gazing at one another more so than they were eating. The redheaded diva was smiling and laughing at something the blond man said and then raised a hand to his cheek. Victoria couldn't help feeling somewhat guilty as she spied on them. They were completely oblivous that anyone was watching them.
Her mind made up, the raven-haired woman slowly approached their table, somewhat sorry that she was about to interrupt the lovebirds.
"Hey," Lita said as she looked up and caught sight of her. She and Edge were holding hands, and she glanced from the other diva back to her boyfriend. "Edge, you remember Victoria, right?"
"Yeah, of course," the tall blond man said, offering the dark-haired woman a smile. "Way to go on your victory at WrestleMania," he added.
"Thanks... It's nice to see you again."
"Likewise," the Canadian said.
"And you'll be seeing him plenty now," Lita said happily. The redhead was positively beaming. Some of the picks had already been chosen by the General Managers in the draft lottery taking place that evening. Edge had been Eric Bischoff's fourth pick, and the redhead had been so thrilled that she'd jumped up and down and caused quite a commotion in the RAW roster room.
Victoria felt a small smile touching her lips at the joy on her friend's face. She only wished she could feel as happy about herself and Chris...
"Well," Edge spoke up, releasing his girlfriend's hand and getting to his feet. He was all decked out in black leather, and Victoria couldn't help but think of Jericho yet again. The other blond man was famous for his black leather outfits when he performed with his band, Fozzy.
"I have to run for a bit," the Canadian went on, cutting through the Women's Champion's thoughts.
"Why?" Lita asked, cocking her head to one side as she gazed up at him. "What do you have to do?"
A grin came to the tall blond man's handsome face - and somehow, Victoria sensed he had something planned, something he hadn't divulged to his girlfriend.
"You'll see, sweetie." He didn't offer any clues as he winked at her, giving the two divas a small smile and walked off.
Victoria took the seat Edge had just vacated and eyed her friend.
"What the heck does he have up his sleeve?" Lita wondered aloud. She knew Edge, and somehow, she knew he was up to something. She just hoped whatever it was, he wouldn't get himself in any trouble.
Several minutes later, the two divas were eating a light snack and talking when they heard more female voices. As the Women's Champion glanced up, her stomach tied in a knot as she realized that one of the three divas who'd just stepped in was none other than Trish Stratus.
Lita glanced openly at the women. Trish was accompanied by Molly Holly and Gail Kim - two women she'd had her fair share of problems with in past months. She turned to face forward again, meeting Victoria's dark eyes and made a face.
"Anyhow," she said, resuming the conversation they'd been having before the interruption, "do you think I should go and try to find him? I really don't want him to do anything rash..."
The Women's Champion was about to answer when an obnoxious voice interrupted, preventing her from issuing a response.
"Well, look who's here?" Trish scoffed from the nearby table she and the other two divas had claimed. "You know, ladies - someone around here likes *leftovers*..."
Victoria could see a snide smile cross Molly's face, and she heard a giggle coming from Gail.
"... Well, at least *my* leftovers." This time, all three of the women were bursting with giggling laughter.
The Women's Champion looked away, closing her eyes briefly and inhaling a deep breath. Obviously, the pushy little blonde was referring to *her* - and to Chris as the 'leftovers.' What a bitch...
"Well, you know what they say," Gail Kim said. "Those who can't get firsts get other people's *leftovers*!" Again, the three bitches giggled - this time even more loudly.
Victoria felt tears burning behind her eyelids and stood up, pushing the chair back. She didn't need to sit here and take this. It hurt enough as it was that Jericho had been in love with Trish and had accepted her as an afterthought. She had to get out of here.
"Vicki, wait!" Lita called after her friend. But the raven-haired woman rushed from the room.
The redhead turned to openly glare at the three other woman, her head shaking as her arms crossed over her breasts.
"You know what? Fuck you *all*!" As they all gaped at her, she too left catering.